A/N: EVERYTHING HAPPENS IN THIS CHAPTER. I had fun writing this despite I finished it at 6am (As usual), but I'm also kinda sorry but just read. Also what you probably think that is happening is probably wrong because it's a mess

Lot of foreshadowing and just lot of stuff . No but srsly send me your theories about everything I wanna laugh

Warning: There's pleny of violence and alcohol and substances idk get used to this

Chapter 11: Nothing romantic

"Are you ready for tonight?" Darren asked with a smirk, leaving a six pack of beers on Rick's table. "My humble contribution." He explained.

Rick made thumbs up from the couch.

"Just what I needed." He said, "Brian bossed up. Open the fridge."

Darren walked and he couldn't help but to smile as he opened the door of the refrigerator. A line of bottles of vodka on the upper shelf, one of juice above it, and champagne and beer filling the rest.

"Perfect." He said, closing the door and walking to the couch. He sat on the top of it, taking his phone out of the pocket of his jacket.

"Is Lauren coming?" Rick asked, stretching his arm to pretend he was going to take Darren's phone, but he quickly put it away from his reach.

"She hasn't confirmed yet. But I think she'll come."

"So tonight is the night?" He asked, rising an eyebrow.

Darren grinned slightly. "I don't know. Maybe."

They had been clicking so good and becoming so close lately, that it made sense.

"I don't think it's a great idea that you bring her here though." Rick grimaced as he said this.

"Why?"

"You don't know?" He pressed his lips together before continuing, like if it was extremely hard. "Joe and Devin broke up."

"What? Are you serious?" Darren's voice became suddenly loud, leaving a text at the middle. "How do you know that?"

"He told me." Rick explained, replying quickly to the menacing tone of his friend. "Last night. They had a fight, and if they didn't get back together by now, I doubt they'll show up together tonight. I thought you-"

"Fuck, Rick! You should've told me before!" He complained, upset, running a hand through his hair.

There was no time to lose. Joe had his tricks, and Darren had seen them enough to know he should be concerned. And he was single now. Shit, this was bad.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realize…" Rick muttered. "So tonight has to be the night, anyway."

It had to happen. That night. If he screwed it up, he could start to say goodbye to his beloved bike at any moment.

Darren breathed deeply, recognizing how abrupt and rough his reaction had been. He made a circumduction with his head, cracking his neck, slowly to calm down.

"No, it's fine. It doesn't matter." He said lowering his voice, although he didn't feel that chill. "Lauren's with me. And she can't even stand Joe. Right?"

Rick didn't say anything. The sound of Lauren's laugh echoed in his head; what could Joe had told her in the balcony to make her laugh that way? It wasn't usual to hear her laugh, loud and shamelessly.

"It doesn't mean anything." Darren continued his monologue, deleting the half-text he had written and deciding to send a new one instead. "Everything is okay."

"I finally get to know the magnificence of Rick's famous parties." Rachel said, winking quickly. To everyone's surprise, Rick didn't even seem to care enough to reply; so Rachel just added, not understanding why he was ignoring her but smart enough to notice it. "There's this guy who is making drinks in the kitchen. See you later."

Darren raised his eyebrows when the girl walked out of the living room.

"What was that about?"

He was sitting on the top of the couch, his feet on the armrest; and Rick, Brian and Jeff were sitting there too. Jim was trying to hook up with some girl near the door. He hadn't seen Joe so far, but the house was so full of people that it could be just a matter of coincidence. Rick's house was smaller than Jim's; but evidently people liked Rick's parties more. It seemed like if half of Michigan's university was there.

Rick shook his head. "She came here with her boyfriend."

"Oh." Darren didn't know what to answer to that. "I'm sorry, man." He sighed. "If it helps, your house is full of lonely girls desperate to get a New Years kiss."

Rick didn't reply anything again, and Darren leaned a bit close, lowering his voice; and seizing that Brian and Jeff were having a different conversation.

"You really like her, right?"

"Does it matter?" He replied bitterly, standing up. "She barely notices my existence."

"It must be because you don't make yourself very noticeable?" Darren said. Rick walked to the fridge. "We've talked about this a million times. Do you think that Lauren would come here if I mourned in the corners that she didn't want to be with me?"

"Darren." Jim called him. He made a tilt with his head towards the door.

Lauren, Julia and Dylan were stepping inside of the house at that very same moment.

Lauren was wearing a short sky-blue sundress, with an abstract yellow and blue pattern, kinda reminiscing of Van Gogh's Starry Night, and brown wedge high heeled sandals. Her hair was straightened and she placed it to one shoulder as she took off her coat. She followed Julia and Dylan to a group of people chatting across the room; not being able to spot him between the overwhelming amount of people.

She was trying to spy over people's heads towards the opposite room, when he approached her by behind; his arm wrapping her belly.

"Guess who I am." He whispered in her ear.

"Mm, Ryan Gosling? Hopefully." She joked, grabbing his index finger with hers before turning back.

"Seriously? That's your choice?" He replied, offended. "I'm way better than Ryan Gosling." Lauren just shook her head, giggling quietly. "Let me get you something to drink."

He grabbed properly her hand, leading her near where Rachel said there was a guy preparing drinks.

"I almost didn't make it." Lauren said, while Darren was serving champagne in two glasses. "But I convinced my dad that I'd go to his house tomorrow, to make up for the lost time."

"I promise to return you alive and well tomorrow. It's hard enough to share you with Caroline already." Darren commented, half joking half serious. "Why didn't she come, though?"

"She's in Detroit with her family." Lauren explained. "I'm all yours tonight."

The innocence of her words shouldn't work like such a turn on for him. But he smirked, trying to disguise the way his pulse sped up.

"Perfect." He said, but he quickly changed the subject for his own sake. "Listen, it's tradition that we drink bottoms up crossing our arms at midnight, so you'll have to do it with me."

"I'm not sure I can do that with a straight face."

He handed her a glass of champagne. "That's why we're going to practice first."

He grabbed a glass himself, crossing his right arm with hers. She had to grab her coat with her left arm.

"Ready? You can't stop until it's empty." He warned, but Lauren only raised her eyebrows in response, and they directed the glasses to their lips, looking up to the ceiling for the next ten seconds.

When she looked at him again, his lips were wet and he caught a deep breath.

"Am I in conditions of passing your initiation ritual?" She asked confidently, smiling.

Darren avoided to confess he had done that with Devin two years ago. "You're okay." He said, leaving the empty glasses on the table. Someone handed him another drink, and he guessed it was that guy the one Rachel was talking about. He was too focused on his conversation with Lauren to pay attention to him, or to even say thank you, but he smelled the dark liquid in the cup.

"Imperial stout." He approved, almost taking a sip; but Lauren stole it from his hands before it could get to his lips.

"You have an impressive snobbish taste for someone who hates snobs." She said, proceeding then to smell it too. "I really can't tell."

"I have a dark past." He joked, taking her hand and pulling from it to bring her closer. He lowered the volume of his voice, "I still have like, one or two secrets more, if we can go later somewhere more private to… talk."

Lauren rolled her eyes, laughing.

"You're unbelievable." She said, staring back now. "If it's only to talk, of course. I have a few secrets, too."

The tone of her voice was a bit ironic and it didn't go unnoticed for him.

He planned to search for a corner in which they could make out for a while, but as soon as he leaned to her face he heard a voice calling his name, and it wasn't Lauren's. He closed his eyes, annoyed, and wondering if he couldn't just ignore Brian's voice.

"Darren." He called again, and his tone was concerning. "We need you."

He didn't let go of Lauren's hand, but he turned his head back. "What's going on?"

Brian looked around, and this gesture made obvious he couldn't talk about it there, in that room full of people.

"It's important." He merely said.

Darren looked at Lauren again.

"You won't escape if I go away for a minute?" He said playfully.

"I'll be waiting right here." She replied. "Just don't take too long."

"I'll come back for our toast." He said, before giving her a fervent kiss. The way she kissed back and firmly squeezed his hand made him so happy that he almost couldn't stand it.

It was happening. That night. And everything was fucking great that he felt he could dance.

He followed Brian through the back door, outside, where the cold provoked it was almost empty, in contrast with the hot, suffocating inside of the house. Rick, Jim and Jeff were already there.

"What's going on?" Darren asked. "Better be good. I just left a chick disposed to be all mine tonight." He said with a smirk, he couldn't help it, he had to tell. It was all so great.

"It is good." Jeff said. "Perkins is on the corner of the street."

"What?" His voice sounded weak.

"With his bike and a pair of dudes." He dwelt. "We don't know what he wants."

"Did you talk to him?"

"We figured to ask you first." Brian said. "In the case you wanted to do the talking."

He swallowed his own spit first. "Yes. Yes, I do." He lied. He didn't want to be anywhere near those people. "They can't intimidate us in our own party. It's ridiculous."

He wished to have had the chance to drink the imperial stout, since he didn't feel brave enough to walk there as if. Fake it 'till you make it, he said to himself, making a sign with his head for Brian to follow him.

As they got closer to that dark corner and those silhouettes of bikes and people chatting and laughing casually out of place; the sound of the music became more distant, the sound of their own steps louder. Darren took a few deep breathes more, trying to get himself together. He knew he couldn't flinch in front of them.

"Look, it's my favorite person in the city." Perkins said, amused. He was sitting on his Harley, and there were four guys around him doing the same, like a sort of shield. There was only one of them whose face Darren found familiar, but he couldn't remember where he knew him from.

"Save the sarcasm. What do you want?"

"An invitation to your party." One of them replied, and they laughed like if they were just hanging out like any Saturday night.

"You're kidding." Rick said seriously.

"Yes, Sherlock, it's a joke." Michael said loudly. "We don't want to go to your stupid tea party."

"What are you doing here, anyway? What do you want?" Darren interrupted him. Why did he have to make it always so hard?

The blonde shrugged, but the grin on the corner of his lips gave away he was too satisfied with himself to mean nothing.

"Nothing." He said. "We're perfect."

"Bullshit."

Brian had walked behind Darren to whisper:

"Darren, there are five bikes, and they're four here. I don't know. I think one of them is in Rick's house."

"Fuck." Darren cursed lowly. Then he said to Perkins, "This isn't over."

He only stared back at him, still looking way too pleased. "I can't wait."

He tried to ignore how worrying everything was while he turned back and he and Brian walked to the back garden with fast steps. Rachel was there, with Jim and Rick, and she seemed confused. She grabbed Darren's arm as soon as he came back.

"What's going on?"

"Perkins sent someone inside."

"Why'd he do that?"

"We don't know yet. But there's someone who doesn't fit and we gotta find him."

Rick looked affected, fearing for the safety of the party, and the house, and the people; it seemed he had lost the ability to talk.

"It's impossible." Brian said. "There's way too many people. We can't know who it is."

Darren ignored Brian's comment. "Look for someone who's probably alone and acts weird. Or carries something."

Rachel looked at him with a frown.

"Go!" Darren harshly repeated. Rick and Jeff walked inside, mainly because of Darren's reaction, but Rachel shook her head.

"We don't know what we're looking for." She snapped. "I know you're scared, but this…"

"I'm not-" He snorted. "I'm just trying to save Rick's party. You have no idea how I feel."

"And do you even know what you're doing?!" There was a silent pause. "Of course."

She stared at him with shirty eyes for a few seconds, before walking inside too.

He ran a hand through his face, pressing his fingertips against his forehead, like if he was trying to wake himself up. He wasn't acting completely rational, but there wasn't time or room to do it so.

After a moment, he said to Jim to wait there and walked inside of the house, to the kitchen. He observed the different little groups there, and none of them seemed slightly suspicious. Most of them were people he had crossed three or four times at some point in the university.

Maybe the whole point of Perkins was just to mess with his head.

It was working.

He almost gave up when he glanced at his phone and saw it was almost midnight, but Brian called him to the back yard once more. It was purposely deserted now. Jim was resting his back against the wall of the house, and Jeff and Brian a little away, but with their guard up.

"We found him." Brian explained, "Well, Rachel did. She's bringing him here."

"I got this." Darren said.

"You sure?"

"I'm sure. Jim will help me." Darren assured, trying to exaggerate the confidence he felt. "Everything good?" He asked to Jim, who nodded quickly. "Good."

The guy might have been dumb enough to fall into Rachel's trick, but as soon as she closed the door behind them and saw that four people were waiting outside, his expression changed quickly.

"W-what's going on?" He stuttered, attempting to go back through the same door that brought him there; but it was blocked by Rachel. "I swear I don't have anything to do… with anything…" He said nervously, shaking his head several times.

He had chickened out so quickly. It was obvious this wasn't their best shot.

"We know Perkins sent you." Darren said, stepping closer. "What did he told you to do?"

"Nothing, I- I don't know who he is… I swear… I'll leave and nothing happened here…" He cried, still looking around, like thinking of a route to escape. His words were so affected that it couldn't be more obvious.

"I'm afraid it doesn't work that way. Are you going to tell us what were you doing here the easy way or the hard way?"

"I didn't do anything."

Darren sighed.

"Jim." He ordered.

A sharp bluster sounded when Jim pushed the fragile body of that unknown guy against the wall. Jim's forearm was pressing strongly his chest, not only forbidding him to move, but also obstructing his breath a bit. The guy's hands started to shake, but he could do nothing to get him off.

Darren walked closer, his face near his. He could observe the way his jaw trembled and he got suffocated trying to catch more air in his lungs. But he didn't allow this to stir him.

It seemed all a big puzzle he couldn't find the pieces for.

"What are you doing here?"

"I didn't do anything, I swear!" The guy repeated, desperate. He kept switching his gaze from Darren to Jim, but none of them yielded. "I was waiting for orders! Please, let me go!"

Darren frowned, looking at Brian behind him, but he was shocked as well.

"Waiting for orders? It doesn't make any sense." He looked at him again. "You're lying."

Jim pressed his chest harder; and his eyes became red.

"I'm not lying, it's true!" It was hard not to believe him; he looked genuinely in pain, and scared. He didn't look like someone who Perkins would seriously send to threat them.

"Why'd he send you here without a purpose?"

"I don't know! He just told me to watch all of you!"

"What for?"

A big puzzle, with the pieces closing all around him, but he couldn't connect them.

"I don't know!" He kept repeating as a broken record.

"It doesn't make sense. Any of this." Darren said again. "They were right there in the corner. Anyone could see them. It doesn't make sense."

"Unless they wanted us to find him." Brian suggested.

Darren took a deep breath. "Unless it was a warning." He finished. "Did they give you any kind of message?"

"No, nothing, I swear!" He was almost crying; it was pathetic.

Darren snorted. "Let him go, he has no fucking clue of what Perkins is doing to him."

Jim moved away, and the guy fell to the floor, coughing loudly.

"Do a favor to yourself and don't let him manipulate you anymore." Darren advised, grabbing the doorknob of the house.

Rachel kept standing up in the way, and she looked at him, astonished, like if she couldn't believe he was just letting him go like that. But this time she didn't express her thoughts. She just stepped out of the way, and Darren walked directly to the bathroom.

He washed his face, feeling the cold water refreshing his skin. He put down the toilet seat before sitting down, placing his elbows on his knees, leaning forwards and closing his eyes.

He remained there, without doing anything, and trying not to think, for a long moment.

It consumed him so much that he kind of forgot the time and place, until someone knocked the door and entered without permission.

"Thank God you have your pants on." Rachel joked, but Darren didn't laugh. She lent the door, but she didn't dare to walk closer. Then her voice became soft, which was strange to see in her. "Listen, you did what you had to do. Those people are dangerous and we don't know what they can have in hands. We were protecting ourselves. I know you're blaming yourself, and it's stupid."

She did know him well, although her honesty was hard to deal with sometimes.

"I know." He said with a heavy tone. But any of this seemed to fit, and it made him so anxious he couldn't stand it.

"They're gone. I just saw them leavin. It's over." Rachel said. Those words calmed him a bit. It was over. "But you okay, right?"

Darren nodded, although she guessed this was only partly true.

"Great, 'cause it's almost midnight and your new year kiss might be impatient."

"Right. Lauren. Shit." Darren cursed, standing up. Everything came out of nowhere and he forgot about her.

He didn't spot her where he had left her, near the table; but he had delayed long enough to believe she went with her friends.

"Excuse me." He said over and over, every time he had to push someone to be able to walk through the house. Everyone were so focused in the countdown to midnight that he had to push people to keep walking. He was cautiously looking around, but Lauren was nowhere to be seen. Near the front door, he found Dylan and Julia.

"Hey, have you seen Lauren?" Darren asked, sort of desperate at this point. The last thing he needed right then was to lose her.

"I thought she was with you." Julia replied, confused.

"Yeah, she was, but… Never mind."

There was no time for useless explanations. He passed by the front door, to the sidewalk. A group of freshmen drama girls were doing the countdown loudly, which was in its final seconds. They were inside of the house before. He recognized them because one of them had asked him for an autograph once.

"Hey, have any of you seen Lauren Lopez around here?" He didn't even care to interrupt their meaningful moment.

"And she is…?" One of the girls looked at him with a frown.

"Tiny brunette, she was wearing a sky-blue dress. She was inside half an hour ago."

"I'm sorry, no."

"No, I've seen her!" Another one of them quickly barged in, excited to help. "She went upstairs a while ago with Joe Walker."

Darren felt exactly like if the world around him started to fall down to pieces.

"With… Joe?"

No.

That couldn't be happening.

"Yes, like ten minutes ago. They were chatting for a while, and then they went upstairs."

But Darren wasn't listening anymore. He was walking inside already, in the exact moment where the countdown reached zero and the fireworks started. That loud ramble sounded so far away. He felt like if he was moving in slow motion, unable to keep up with the real world. It was almost like if the corner of his eyes started to get things blurry, but he worked hard to ignore this and keep walking through the mess of people.

The music was so loud, and it was so hard to catch a breath in there. There was way too many people.

He groped the railing of the stairs like a ground wire. It just couldn't get inside of his head.

He couldn't be late again.

The first door he opened was the bathroom. Empty. He tried with the door in front of it. It was Rick's dark room. Empty, too. The third one was the closet, and he felt he was moving every damn second clumsier and slower. Everyone were screaming downstairs, greeting each other and wishing a happy new year. Making toasts, kissing each other, hugging.

Why was that house so huge?

But the fourth room- the fourth room wasn't empty. And the rage invaded his stomach so fast it became hard to cling to a single thought.

But he just knew that was a landscape that he could never forget. Rick parents' perfectly neat bed, the soft light of the bedside table, and Joe's figure grabbing Lauren's head while he kissed her with the same intensity he had done it a few days ago.

He was late.

"Hey!" Joe snapped at the instant. He probably hadn't realized yet that it was him. "Dude, I'm in the middle of something here…"

But Darren had walked to the bed anyway. Deep down he wanted to believe that there was something wrong with that. It couldn't be what it seemed.

They were both almost completely dressed, except Joe was shirtless and Lauren's dress was rumpled; lying on the bed next to each other. Lauren's weight was back in her elbows, like if she had tried to sit up before; but she didn't look like herself.

"What the fuck, Joe?!" Darren screamed to his supposed best friend, who only realized it was him in that moment, when the lamp lighted his face.

Joe sighed, and said with a low voice. "I'm sorry, man. But I'm not doing anything she doesn't want me to."

But Darren looked at Lauren and knew there was something weird going on. Her eyes were barely opened, and she hadn't said a thing so far. She seemed about to fall asleep.

Darren crouched, trying to remain calm; but he never thought not losing his shit could be so difficult.

"That's not true. She's going to pass out. Lauren?"

He grabbed her shoulder, trying to get a response; but nothing. It was like if she wasn't even there.

"What the fuck did you give to her, Joe?!" This time his voice was loud, and angry, and he didn't put an effort to hide it.

Joe shook his head, confused. "Nothing! She was fine a minute ago."

"Right." He spat sarcastically. "I'm taking her with me. Lauren, you hear me?"

She didn't say a word. She was barely conscious. And it scared him.

"Wait, she was fine just now." Joe repeated, standing up; and he tried to make a movement, and Darren didn't waste time trying to decode what it was.

"Don't fucking touch her. You're a fucking idiot, you know?" He warned, disgusted. "I'm taking her with me."

"Wait, let me see her-" He started mumbling a phrase that Darren didn't either heard or let come to an end.

The only thing his mind had room for was Lauren's head swaying in her place while she tried to open her eyes. So when he noticed Joe was trying to do something, like if he hadn't done enough; he didn't hesitate.

And maybe he should've done that to Michael, or that intruder he sent; but he did it to Joe. He punched him on the face so hard that it made him lose balance. He fell to the floor, covering his face with his hands. His face and hands were covered in blood.

Darren's heartbeat had gone insane. He looked at his purple knuckles for one second.

He punched Joe. He fucking punched Joe and there was no way back from that point.

He didn't lose more time thinking; if he did, he knew he was a dead man. He made Lauren stand up, placing her arm around his shoulder, and grabbing her waist, but even that way it was hard to keep her balanced. She was practically a dead weight.

"Lauren." He called her again, desperate, despite it was in vain. "I need you to walk just a bit, okay? Lauren, please."

He noticed a subtle movement of her head. She nodded.

She fucking nodded. It wasn't a total relief, but it was good news.

"Thank God. It'll be over soon, we just need to get the hell out of here, okay?"

At least he knew she was conscious. And when they left, Joe was still in the floor, bleeding. Darren hadn't ever been in a situation as surreal as this one.

The way she breathed simulated a person sleeping, but he felt the grip of her arm around her shoulder and she was trying to walk. Going downstairs wasn't easy, but there was so many people that they could get away without a dozen of stares on them. Everyone was still too busy watching the fireworks and making toasts.

Darren bumped into Brian in the way to the door.

"What the…?"

Darren didn't lose time with explanations.

"Ask Rachel's boyfriend to borrow his car. We need to get Lauren to my apartment. It's urgent." Brian didn't seem very convinced, but he nodded. "Quick. People are watching."

Not that he cared, but the last thing Lauren needed was to have pictures of that all over the internet or having her family seeing them. So he carried her to Rachel's boyfriend's car until Brian came back. It'd be impossible to take her anywhere in a bike in the state she was in.

Brian helped him to place her on the back seat. Then he walked to the driver seat, and Darren stayed with Lauren, trying to keep her aware. So he kept talking to her, but he couldn't get any response besides a movement of her head or a low unintelligible mumble.

"What happened?" Brian asked, worried, starting the car.

"Joe." Darren simply replied, like if this was more than enough to understand.

"You don't think that…" Brian's expression was stunned.

"I don't know." He cut. He was sure he was the responsible at first, but he was unsure now. "She seems drunk but… No. It's something else." He observed her pale face, trying to determine the exact moment when that night had decided to turn into the worst day of his life. He softly put a hand on her forehead. " She's burning up. If she doesn't get better I'll have to take her to the hospital."

"But they might think you-"

"I don't care." He closed his eyes for a moment, rubbing his eyelids with his fingertips. He couldn't explain it, but he had to take care of her. He had to make sure she was okay. "Let's go to my apartment by now."

He noticed she was a bit stronger while they got to his place. She couldn't yet find balance on his own, but her breath was more regular, and her eyes a little wider.

Darren sent Brian back with the car. He had sat Lauren on the couch, and she ran a hand through her face and hair, sighing deeply.

"You okay?" Darren asked, observing her.

"Not really." Her voice came out weak and hoarse, but at least she said something. Darren wanted to ask her about what happened, and if she remembered everything; but he held this urge. He knew he shouldn't. She still looked terrible.

"Do you want to throw up?"

She nodded, and he felt relieved, actually. Whatever happened –it'd all be gone.

Whatever movies get about standing a hangover together, it was wrong and Darren understood it right then. There is nothing romantic in seeing the person you care about throwing up in your toilet. There is nothing romantic in holding their hair while you feel the cold sweat on the skin of their neck. There was nothing romantic from that night he wanted to remember. While she kept coughing and losing that tiny amount of strength she had left; he couldn't stop thinking of Joe kissing her, and his pathetic explanations, and if they were pathetic or it was just that he didn't want to believe them.

He gave her a glass of water and took her to his bed. He could tell while he tucked her in, that she was gaining the color of her face back. But she still looked about to fall asleep at any minute.

Maybe she just got really drunk, and maybe whatever happened just had to happen, and maybe he should pretend he hadn't seen anything.

"You're gonna feel terrible tomorrow." He said softly.

He had been worried to death; but once she got rid off everything in his stomach, it was only a matter of patience. She'd be okay.

"I already do." Lauren complained, so lowly it was barely audible.

Darren gently took a lock of hair out of her face, running the tip of his fingers through her forehead in a soft, slow caress. She closed her eyes, sleepy, enjoying the feeling of his touch.

"I'm gonna sleep in the couch, if you need anything." He informed, but he couldn't tell if she was already asleep. His fingers were still over her warm skin. He closed his eyes for only a moment, too. And his voice came out so low, that no one heard it besides himself. "Please, let us forget this."

A/N: WHAT JUST HAPPENED?

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